The Muses Threnodie: Fourth Muse (Henry Adamson Poems)
This time our boat passing too nigh the land,The whirling stream did make her run on sand;Aluif, we cry'd, but ...
This time our boat passing too nigh the land,The whirling stream did make her run on sand;Aluif, we cry'd, but ...
A common wayside flower it grew, Unhandsome and unnoticed too, Except in deprecation That such an herb unreared by toil, Prolific cumberer of the ...
They can't hear in West o' London, where the worst dine with the best-Deaf to all save lies and laughter, ...
Muse, sing the deeds of golden Aphrodite,Who wakens with her smile the lulled delightOf sweet desire, taming the eternal kingsOf ...
DRUMS of all that's right and wrong-of love and hate and scorn,And the new-born baby hears them and it wails ...
Prelude I SEE the boy-bard neath life's morning skies, While hope's bright cohorts guess ...
WHEN fallen man from Paradise was driven, Forth to a world of labour, death, and care; Still, of his native ...
Three long days o'er the barren steppe Where the earth lay dead in her winding-sheet She measured the hours from ...
AIR-" THE BRAVE OLD OAK" A song to the men-the working men, Who long in their chains ...
1 SAUNTERING the pavement, or riding the country by-road-lo! such faces! Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality; The spiritual, ...
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